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Pippa Fitz-Amobi was finally, actually, getting a normal life, no more murders she needed to solve, no more missing people she needed to find, no more serial killers after her, she already finished the Andie Bell case, she put Elliot Ward, and Max Hastings in jail, she stopped Jason Bell, she even made a podcast! She gained fans, made even more friends, she was as happy as she could ever be, or was she?... After all, there was always something missing, the one she did all these things with, *him*, but she had to leave him, right? She killed a man after all, she didn't care if she got caught, but she didn't want him to get affected if it did happen, but, was this true? Cause, then again, she was scared, scared of getting caught, it could ruin her life, she thought to herself... Now, all she could do was imagine, imagine his messy, black side-swept hair, his thick-arched eyebrows, his oaken-hued skin. Oh, how she yearned for his hands to hold hers once more, how she yearned to feel his lips on hers, once more, and she thinks what could've happened if she didn't leave, would they stay together? Would they break up? This was all one big what if. And the answers to these questions won't ever be found, after all, no matter how smart Pippa was, she could never turn back time. She knew she shouldn't dwell on the past, so she stood up, and got dressed, but she also knew that this would just be another failed distraction, and her thoughts would repeat back to him, like always, but she had to try, so, she got out of her room, and out of the house, her parents weren't home, they said they'd be taking Josh to a park and wouldn't be home until late in the afternoon, and she got into her car.
Jason Bell was a murderer. The Duct Tape Killer. He was a bad man, a horrible man. He killed 10 people and he didn't show any remorse. She was supposed to be his 11th victim, but *he* was her 1st. Was she like him? She also didn't show any remorse, she thought he deserved it, and it was only self-defense, right?... She wanted to tell the police what she did, so badly, but, she knew she couldn't; or, she knew she wouldn't. All these thoughts rushing into her head, her heart beating faster and faster with each thought, sometimes, she vents to her best friend, Cara Ward, the daughter of one of the killers of Andie Bell, she knew Cara wouldn't tell anyone of what happened, after all, she was one of the people who helped her cover up that Pippa was the one who killed Jason Bell. She also vents to Becca Bell, the sister, and other killer of Andie Bell, she could relate to her, right? She was also a killer, but no, she thought, what Becca did was an accident, and what she did was on-purpose. Becca wasn't angry at Pippa for killing her father, he was abusive, controlling, she was thankful to Pippa for telling her that her father was murderer, she freed her, freed her from a life of being afraid of her own father. Pip was driving until she finally arrived at her first destination, Jason Bell's gravesite, even if it didn't have a gravestone, she still remembered it's exact location, no way she could forget, she sees it whenever she closed her eyes, she couldn't forget it, no matter how much she wanted to. She brought a rose with her, she ripped of it's petals and only gave his grave the sapel, he didn't deserve it's full beauty, and even if he was a horrible, horrible man, he deserved something, otherwise, what would all the hardwork his own parents gave him be worth, if he got nothing in death? She walked away from his grave, and walked back to her car, she knew where she had to go next, so, she turned on her engine, and started driving.
She arrives, it was her monthly visit to the prison where Max Hastings was located, the one she blamed for the murder of Jason Bell she was his only visitor, his family was embarassed about his behaviour and disowned him, after all. She would brag to him about all the things she'd been doing, tell him all the places she's been, tell him that she was so happy about her life, while he rotted away in prison. But, she knew what she said wasn't true, well... A part of it is, she *did* do all those things, but she wasn't happy, she always felt lonely, no one could ease her pain, well, no one except *him*. Oh, how the feeling of love could delude one's self, so, so much. But, he wasn't here anymore, was he? Wait, no! Why was she thinking these things?? Why was she thinking about him??? She needed to lie to Max! She snapped out of her daydream and turned to look back at Max, there it was, that smirk she hated so much.
"What are you thinking about, Pippa?"
He said, in the most condescending, most mocking tone possible, it made her want to burst through the glass that was seperating them apart and choke him to death.
“None of your business, Rapist.”
She said, she clearly hated him, and he knew that.
"Don't worry. I already know you're thinking about your boyfriend about that murderer's little brother."
He said, knowing it would infuriate her about him calling Ravi Singh, the boyfriend of Andie Bell, a murderer!
“He wasn't the murderer! I already proved that!”
She screams at him, before being told by the guard to leave because she was causing a disturbance to all the other visitors.
"You didn't deny anything, you know."
He said, and she sharply glares at him, before standing up to leave.
She got back into her car and drove to her best friends place. Cara, she was already dressed up, waiting for Pip to pick her up. They were going to visit her dad, after all, why wouldn't she be excited?
"Hey, Pip!"
She says, before waving at Pip.
“I'm taking it that you and Naomi still aren't on the best of terms?”
Pip said, feeling sorry about the families situation.
"Let's not talk about her, right now. Let's just go to meet my dad."
She said, her excited demeanor fading slightly, before Pip nods, and drives to where the prison Elliot Ward is in.
When they arrived, Cara was mostly the one to talk, asking questions about how her dad was, she was worried about him, even if he did sleep with a minor and killed someone, she was still her father, he raised her as best he could. After their visitation time was over, they drove to Jack Brunswick, or David Knight, ot more commonly known as Stanley Forbes grave, there were no flowers or anything special at his grave, most of the town hated him, except for a few who knew what he was actually like, Cara and Pip both brought a rose to give to his grave, Cara gave her rose first and Pip gave hers second, they both gave their condolences and went back to Pips car. Pip drove Cara back to the Ward Household, before driving back to her own.
She spent alot of time doing all that she did, so her parents were already home, she stepped into the house and saw her parents baking and subtly flirting, she rolls her eyes at them and notices Josh playing in the living room, she walks over to him and gives him a big hug, he greets her, and she walks back to her room. She lays down on her bed for a minute, pondering on what to do next. She sat up and opened her laptop, she immediately got a text notification from Cara saying 'Thanks for today, it was fun.' she smiles, and types back 'You're very welcome.' She watches some videos and scrolls on social media for half an hour, before noticing an article about how Fairview came to fruition as one of the most infamous towns in the country because of the killers and crimes there, and how it's finally a peaceful town. She reads it and clicks another article about Salil Singh, and how he was blamed by his friends for being a murderer, she reads it and reads more articles she was interested in for an hour before she got a text from *him.*
\Hey Sarge, remember me?\